The sun streaming through my blinds woke me up, early on a Sunday morning. The horizontal stripes ignited me into a tiger of light, the golden glow accentuating my smooth, bronzed flesh. My honey coloured, wavy shoulder length hair was fanned out onto the crisp white sheets. I stretched and yawned then checked the clock. It was only eight am. Much too early, however I could smell the air from outside, that gorgeous summer smell, all freshly mown grass, sun and cool breeze. Maybe getting up wasn’t such a bad idea.
Downstairs I fixed myself some breakfast. I was leaning over the counter, sipping from a tall glass of orange juice when my mother walked in and saw me, she did a comical double take and said, ‘Poppy, it’s eight am, what are doing up, are you feeling alright?’ She laughed as she saw my withering expression. ‘Mom, the suns shining, the birds are singing and I can just feel it’s going to be a good day’ I finished off the juice and put the carton away.
Mom smiled again and said, ‘Yeah it is, Sue and Craig are coming over for the day, we might have a barbeque in the evening’. My smile faded like a dying sunset. I had hopes of meeting my friends and cruising about in one of their cars. That thought went straight out of the window. ‘What? You’re kidding, right? Mom they are so boring!’ Mom pursed her lips in disapproval, ‘Come on Poppy, they’re not that bad, they’re bringing James and April too’
At this I groaned aloud, James and April, my pain-in-the-butt cousins. Granted I hadn’t seen them for about eighteen months but from what I could remember, I didn’t particularly like. James was my age, eighteen and April was two years younger at sixteen. Both James and April had flame red hair, a trait they got from my uncle Craig. They also had the same burnt auburn eyes and tall, lean frame. I couldn’t believe it, so much for my fresh, summer day of fun.
I got changed into a short, floaty sky blue halter neck dress that went with my large almond shaped eyes. I self-consciously looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I smoothed the dress against my flat stomach and shapely thighs. I murmured to myself that my breasts could be a little bigger; at a B cup they were pert and round but not amazingly big. My butt could also be a little smaller. It’s not at Jennifer Lopez proportions but still quite a handful. After checking my body for any more lumps and bumps I slipped into a pair of cork wedge sandals and went outside to sit in the sun.
At around ten thirty the doorbell went and our dog, Claire (don’t ask, my mom’s idea – she has this thing about naming pets after relatives, we also have a fish called Dave and a parrot called Kirsty) went mad, as usual. I heaved myself up out my comfy chair and went to investigate.